YES! This is a crossover, but the main characters from The Secret Saturdays don't show up until next chapter (which will be posted shortly!) :'(
I hope you enjoy the read!
Oh, BTW. This whole story is told from Danny's POV.
Apparently, it'd been two months since the nightmare of a battle, and I wish all of it was just that: a dream. That it was just one of Nocturn's sick jokes: not canon in this story of a 17-year-old boy with snow-white hair and glowing green eyes.
My fight with Vlad went local and there were civilian casualties; namely Mom and Dad, who were out watching 'Thor: Ragnarok' and were too stubborn to evacuate the area when the ghost alarms started blaring.
A couple weeks after that, the Guys in White started Area-51-ing Amity Park. Except they didn't call it Area 51. The map labels here as "Zone 3," now.
Why 3? Is there already a 1 and 2? The Guys in White have control over the media, so information is scarce.
"The frequency of disastrous events is rising at an unnerving rate; we can't afford leave the fate of the world to a bunch of super-powered insurgents. We need professionals," was their claim, though I doubt the Guys in White themselves knew what they were saying. The only sectors they ever cared about were their bank accounts.
Anyway, I could've sworn I'd seen Danielle at the site, as well, but the records stated the only casualties were my two folks.
The beating sun was a foreign feeling to my skin. Not unpleasant, but still foreign. I wondered if that was what feeling drunk felt like to Undergrowth.
The only sources of light in our room were two windows, so I hadn't realized my skin had become so pale you'd mistaken even my human half for a ghost.
Jazz offered to drive me, but I declined, wanting to absorb all of it for myself.
The walk was a peaceful one, grass and trees everywhere, a fresh current of air. Then the skyscrapers took over, blocking out the sun and turning the wind cold.
The metropolis was nothing like Amity Park. The bank was integrated into the repair shop across the street, and there was a communication tower where the old bank once stood. All the trees that had adorned the water facility were cut down.
The grocery store was renovated, and had its name changed. It was maybe two blocks ago, but the sign was still engraved in my memory, azure backing and all. Zone 3 Supermarket.
I'd been living in the hospital with Jazz for the past month, but my heart still called Casper Lakes home. Namely, the two-story brick apartment that proudly wore a slapdash sign for a tie and a UFO for a hat.
Fenton Works. It was the only building that was left unoccupied due to fear of ghost contamination. The only reason they didn't knock it down was to honor my parents. 'Tearing the building down was the equivalent of denying all the sweat and blood the Fentons put into ridding this world of ghosts.' Ironic, how dad only got the praise he'd wanted as a ghost hunter after he himself qualified to be a ghost.
Everything is so different, now. No parents, the Guys in White got better, not to mention I haven't even talked to Sam or Tucker in a month. I heard Tucker and Sam went their separate ways. I don't know what Sam is up to, but apparently Tucker started working with the Guys in White, as did Kwan.
I wasn't complaining. I was glad the two of them were away from me. There were less chances of them getting hurt.
I took out my phone and checked the news, thumbing down the list of political news until I reached the Ghost Hunting section. Just because Team Phantom was no more doesn't mean I had to stop doing ghost patrol.
There wasn't anything new, aside from this one particular live stream that was going on about a scorpion ghost out in public.
Better than nothing.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let the nostalgia take over. Two blue-white rings that were all too familiar to me formed around my waist and traveled in opposite directions, bread-crumbing a black jumpsuit and a stylized "D" on my chest.